Refuge In Audacity

My refuge is audacity, my sword is generosity. The center of my mind is the whole of nature.

I consider myself a warrior, a soldier, a knight. The law I follow is written on my own heart.

If you look at me, what do you see? My armor is invisible, my herald walks behind me.

When others are away, I feel the least alone. Crowds isolate me.

I take out my pencil and start to draw, holding my paper against the pavement. Today is going to be a good day.